Luyện nghe bài hát Banks of the Pontchartrain

Well I'm goin' back where my garden all year
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin'
And I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover
We will along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain

As I've grown beneath the streets of Montreal
Where the ring like bells in French-Canadian
And the rivers stand imprisoned till the
I am at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain

Take me to the
I am late to catch my train
And I'm gonna my cousin Libby
She will be waiting by the when I roll in
Oh I'm gonna across America
to stand beside my Pontchartrain again

These old rails shake like thunder through the
Soon I'll have my green eyed lover's arms to me
Oh, I can see my Libby by his side
Oh her hair flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain

me to the station
I am late to catch my train
And I'm gonna call my cousin
She will be waiting by the tracks I roll in
Oh I'm gonna roll America
to stand beside my Pontchartrain again

Well I'm goin' back where my garden all year
Where the wintertime speaks in the fallin' rain
I'm goin' back to my green eyed there
We will dance along the of old Lake Pontchartrain
Yes, we will along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
Yes, we will dance along the banks of old Lake

And comes the train, and it goes